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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
The scenery gradually changed from commercial buildings to homes as Bernadine watched out the window. The white Cadillac cruised through the increasingly luxurious neighborhood on the way to Terri's home. Finally, Tony turned the car and drove through an archway with wrought iron gates.
The driveway was paved with bricks and lined with trees. A large flower garden was visible just beyond them. Ahead was a large two story light yellow house with black shutters. A large covered porch whose roof was held up by white columns, reached out almost to where Tony was parking the Caddy.
The black man quickly got out of the car and opened the back door for his passengers.
"Is my mother home, boy?" asked Terri as she climbed out.
"No, ma'am," answered Tony. "Miss Lillian is at her bridge club. She left instructions for me to pick her up at five o'clock."
"Sounds like we'll have plenty of time!" said Marcy. "This should be fun!"
"Oh, it will be," Terri assured her.
Bernadine opened the front door of the car and got out carrying the packages containing her new outfit. Tony was already up on the porch holding the door for Terri and Marcy. Once the white women were inside he hurried back to the car and started it up.
The colored woman watched as he pulled the big automobile around the back of the house out of sight. Bernadine turned and went inside.
The foyer was large with a slate tiled floor. Off to one side was what appeared to be the living room. It had a hard wood floor covered in a huge dark red oriental rug. The ceiling was high and one wall had tall paned windows looking out over the flower garden. The branches of a willow tree just outside almost touched the glass.
Terri and Marcy were just settling onto the dark leather upholstered couch as Bernadine entered the room. She was still looking around when Tony came in through a corridor that led off further into the house.
"May I get you ladies anything?" he asked politely.
"Yes, boy," replied Terri. "A little white wine would be wonderful!"
"I'll have the same," said Marcy.
Tony left the way he came once the white women had placed their orders. Bernadine was thirsty, but knew better than to say anything. She put the packages down on the floor and waited to see what would happen next.
It wouldn't take long. Terri turned her attention towards the black woman.
"Strip, nigger," she commanded Bernadine.
The colored woman was shocked by the abruptness of her order and stood as if stunned.
"Now, nigger!" Terri insisted, irritated.
Snapping out of it, Bernadine immediately began removing her jacket, placing it on the floor next to the packages. Remembering the order that the brunette preferred, she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, revealing her large brown breasts. She unzipped her skirt and dropped it.
Before bending over, Bernadine pulled down her panties and nylon stockings together. She stepped out of them and stood naked before the two white women. After a moment's thought she assumed the display position with her legs apart and her hands behind her head.
The black man returned shortly after that with a tray holding two glasses of white wine. After glancing at the nude negro woman, he offered the drinks to the two ladies seated on the couch.
"Thank you, boy," said Terri. "Stick around. You might enjoy this."
"Yes, ma'am," replied Tony.
Bernadine felt a wave of shame wash over her. Tony may be a servant, she thought, but he was well spoken and likely well educated. It was humiliating for the negress for him to see her this way, a play toy for the two white women. She noticed a tell tale bulge in his trousers and blushed.
"Well, I was going to have our new nigger put on a little fashion show for us," Terri started. "But I see Tony's enjoying her the way she is now!"
Marcy giggled, her eyes sparkling while Terri grinned. Tony was clearly embarrassed and shifted on his feet. Bernadine shared his humiliation.
"You are, aren't you?" Terri asked Tony playfully. "You've got a little boner going there, don't you, boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," said the black chauffer, shamefaced. "I'm sorry ma'am."
"Oh, don't be sorry, boy," Terri replied. "This just makes it all the more entertaining. Get out of that monkey suit. I don't want the new nigger to get the idea you think you're any better than she is."
"Right away, ma'am," Tony replied.
Bernadine watched as the black man took his suit jacket off and laid it on the floor next to the couch. He loosened his neck tie and pulled it off. He bent to remove his shoes and then unfastened his belt.
When Tony dropped his trousers, Bernadine could see his erect cock spring forward. It was thick and long, bouncing around as he stepped out of the suit pants and boxer shorts. Once he had his shirt off, he was as naked as she was.
"Good boy," she smiled wickedly. "That's what I want to see. Now I'm going to give you a treat and you better be grateful for it." Terri looked over at Bernadine. "Get down on your hands and knees, nigger. Now. Do it."
Bernadine complied nervously. She was ashamed to realize that her pussy was soaking. Terri stepped over to where the negress had positioned herself on the floor on all fours and reached between her legs from behind.
"Wet!" she announced gleefully. "Why am I not surprised? Slutty black bitch. Put your face on the floor, nigger. You're in the presence of your superiors."
The black woman leaned forward onto her elbows and knees, pushing her face against the expensive oriental rug.
Whap!
Bernadine jumped when she felt Terri's hand slap her on the ass.
"Slut," hissed the white woman. She turned to her chauffer. "You want some of this, boy? You want to fuck this nigger bitch? Come and get it!"
The negress was surprised by Terri's actions and then was shocked at the swiftness of Tony's response. Immediately she felt his thick hard black cock at the entrance to her pussy. He thrust into her so hard he almost knocked her forward onto the floor. He continued pounding into her with animalistic urgency.
"Look at those nigger rut," said Terri. "They're like wild jungle beasts. Apes fucking. God, I love it!"
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Marcy. "Is he hurting her?"
"Nah," answered Terri. "That's how they all do it. Hard and fast. I'm telling you they're animals. Just look at them go at it."
Bernadine's breasts swung violently with the rhythm of Tony's thrusts. He grunted with each stroke. She gasped in response. The negress understood exactly what Terri was talking about. He was like a beast. A beast possessed with lust.
He was hurting her, but she didn't care. She wanted it. Bernadine forgot about the audience. She was completely caught up in the passion of the moment. She felt an orgasm suddenly upon her.
"Ah!" she cried out as she climaxed. "Ahhh! Oh!"
"Listen to her, boy!" Terri encouraged him. "Fuck her good, boy. Fill her nigger cunt up. Cum in her hole, boy."
"Yes,m, ma'am!" gasped Tony as he released into Bernadine's pussy. "Yes'm... Ah..."
Bernadine felt strong shots of semen blasting into her vagina. She squeezed him involuntarily, milking the seed from his cock.
"All right, boy," Terri told Tony, "you've had enough. Dismount the bitch."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Thank you, ma'am."
Tony withdrew his penis from Bernadine's vagina with a wet plopping sound and stood. Her pussy continued to throb uncontrollably. She could feel his sperm leaking out of her hole and running down the inside of her leg.
"Go get yourself cleaned up," ordered the young white woman. "And get right back in here when you're dressed. Be quick about it! You understand me, boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Tony.
The black man gathered his clothing and left the room without dressing first. Bernadine was now naked on the floor, alone with the two white women.
Bernadine was still nude on the floor on her hands and knees. Her body had a sheen of sweat on it and the room air was cool on her skin and dripping pussy. She couldn't remember when she'd ever been fucked like.
Gradually, the negress came out of her post-coital haze. She was suddenly aware of the two white women on the couch looking down at her nakedness. They had seen her in the troughs of an animal heat the likes of which she'd never experienced before. Bernadine was ashamed at her loss of control over herself. Once again, both Terri and Marcy had used her intimacies for their amusement and it left her thoroughly humiliated.
"Well, looks like Tony is big on you, girl!" smiled Terri. "He doesn't get much pussy around here. Just the occasional nigger that mother or I bring home for him. He's such a good boy. He deserves a treat now and again. You didn't seem to have any reasons for complaint, either!"
Bernadine blushed and hung her head in shame. Marcy giggled, her face still flushed. Clearly she'd been quite aroused by the performance she'd just witnessed.
"Look at her," said Terri, shaking her head. "I think she's actually blushing! She doesn't realize just how silly the idea is of embarrassed at putting on a show for her betters. She still doesn't understand no one expects ladylike behavior from a nigger. Are dogs self conscious about mating in front of their master? Of course not!"
"Well, I think it's adorable," said Marcy in Bernadine's defense. "I wouldn't want her to change one bit. She wouldn't be nearly as much fun."
"I suppose you're right, Marcy," conceded Terri.
The colored woman once again felt like a child before these two women. No, she thought, not a child. An animal. A pet. It was humiliating and she had no choice but to remain on her hands and knees on the floor, waiting for further instructions.
"I'm sorry I took so long, ma'am," Tony apologized as he returned. "I hope I didn't keep you ladies waiting."
The chauffer was dressed in his suit and looked as sharp as before. He stood at attention next to the naked black woman on the floor.
"That's fine, boy," replied Terri. "We were just admiring the new nigger. I trust you enjoyed her."
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" said Tony happily. "Thank you so much for allowin' me da use o' yo' bitch, Miz Terri. I sho'ly do 'preciate it."
"You're welcome, boy," Terri told him. "Now, go get her cleaned up. We've got to get back to the office."
"Yes, ma'am," said the black man. He turned to Bernadine. "On your feet, girl. Let's go."
Bernadine stood and followed Tony out of the room. She was grateful for the chance to get away from the two white women. Plus, her bladder was almost painfully full and desperately needed to relieve herself.
Tony led the way through a door and down a set of wooden stairs into the basement. In the corner was an area where a water faucet was mounted on the wall with a hose attached to it. The concrete floor was sloped towards a metal drain.
The black man produced a bucket with a sponge and a squeeze bottle of detergent. He filled the bucket with soapy water.
"All right, girl," he told Bernadine. "Come over here so I can get you cleaned up. Stand over the drain so we don't make a mess."
"Excuse me," said the colored woman in a small voice. "I... uh... need to use the bathroom first."
Terri and Marcy appeared about that time. Bernadine looked up at them, embarrassed.
"I'm afraid the bathrooms are for guests, girl," Terri informed her. "If you have to go, you might as well do it here."
Bernadine was mortified. Did Terri seriously expect her to relieve herself in front of them all?
"Never mind," she said finally. "I can wait."
"Well, we can't," grinned Terri. "You've got to learn your place and get over yourself, girl. Things will be much easier for you when you do that. Now, squat and piss for us, nigger. Don't keep us waiting."
This was almost unbearable, thought Bernadine. How much degradation could she stand? Terri's appetite for humiliating her seemed limitless. She felt the black man's hands on her shoulders, forcing her down.
"You heard the lady, girl," said Tony firmly. "Do as you're told."
Something about the tone of his voice made it clear she'd better comply. The negress squatted over the drain. She looked away from the two white women, who were watching her intently. After a long few seconds, she was able to will herself to let go. The sound of her urine streaming against the drain grate echoed off the cement walls. She could feel it splashing against the insides of her legs. Her bladder now empty, she stood.
"See?" said Terri patronizingly, "that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Bernadine said nothing, hanging her head in shame.
"The lady asked you a question, girl," Tony said sternly. "Answer her."
"Uh...," stammered Bernadine. "No, ma'am."
Tony dipped the sponge into the bucket of soapy water and then proceeded to use it on Bernadine's body. The water was cold and the sponge was rough. He started on her back and arms, then worked his way around to the front. He rubbed it over her tender breasts and was none to gentle about it. It was probably the same technique he used when washing the car, she thought.
"Open your legs up," instructed Tony. "I know that coochie needs a little soap and water."
Bernadine fought back the anger she felt in response to Tony's degrading remark. After all, it was his dick that left her needing to be cleaned up. But, she had no choice but to move her feet further apart.
In spite of the rough treatment, the sponge felt good on her pussy as Tony rubbed it on her crotch. He wiped down her legs and stood back to admire his work.
Turning on the spigot, he proceeded to rinse her off with the hose. The water was icy cold and gave her goose flesh. Tony took what appeared to be a large dish towel and dried her off.
"Good job, boy" Terri praised him and turned to Bernadine. "Back upstairs now. Get dressed quickly. We're running late for lunch."
The white ladies led the way up the stairs and finally to the living room. Bernadine dressed while Terri, Marcy, and Tony watched.
Thoroughly humbled, the negress went with them all outside to the car. The sun was high and the sky was blue, but Bernadine felt as if she was under a dark cloud. She climbed in front while the chauffer held the back door for the ladies.
* * *
Back in the office, it seemed completely surreal to Bernadine as she sat at her desk looking over documents and composing correspondence. They'd treated her like an animal. The black man had fucked her like a dog. She could still feel it between her legs. Next week, she knew she'd be whoring for her employer.
Yet, here she was in her professional attire going about her business as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Perhaps, she thought, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. After all, daily humiliations and degradations were now the norm. Being used like a thing was nothing unusual for her any more.
But, better for her than for Ebony. A mother had to do whatever she had to do to keep her daughter from all this. She had to take it in order to protect her. At least that's what she told herself.
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